Spent

After the twelve hours of sleep
eight hours of moving
months of planning
six years of waiting
decades of messes, triumphs, and who know whats
the deaths, the meetings, the changes
the crisscrossing descendant lines and dependencies
the lies, the truths, the cheatings
the yet-to-be-finished dealings
after moving away from thinking and feeling through your own eyes
after getting proper distance from it
after falling deeply and madly in blood
you’re spent and ready to be home